Bleed out

Maybe you were right and
I need to access my anger more
so just know, right now,
I'm mad at you.

You couldn't let me have tonight.

Everything is more than it is.

I love you, but I don't love this.
You love to pick apart the little things,
say you trust, then doubt everything.

Like I could never be blind.
Like I could never see
all the pictures long since painted black.

There's a difference between
honesty and tact
that isn't mutually exclusive.

Maybe next time bite your tongue for a night,
you won't bleed out,
I promise.

Clarity.

The silent power of clarity.

Running down your face
fill your cup with my eruption,
drown in my velvet ocean.
Ever rising tide.

I'm on the edge and
blood runs south,
ever rising tide.

Disrupting the surface,
temperature raised.

Gulp it down.

View from the top:
your little mustache.

We won the body lottery baby
now make it feel right.

Feel it like a knife